As if to test that theory, Braden sucked harder, circling my nipple with his tongue, while he squeezed and kneaded my other breast.
I was on fire, my whole body hot and stiff.
And then I felt the ripple in my stomach and the slick wetness between my legs. I’d just had a mini-orgasm from Braden playing with my br**sts.
He lifted his head when he felt my body relax, his eyes questioning.
Breathing heavily, I smiled languidly, brushing his hair from his face. “Yes.”
Braden coasted his hand down my stomach and I shivered, my sex clenching in anticipation. He slid two fingers inside me easily and his eyes darkened.
“You’re soaked.” He pumped his fingers and I rocked against them. “This is going to be fun, babe,” he muttered darkly.
I held on to his shoulders, moving on his fingers. “Baby, don’t stop.” I was close again.
“I want to taste you,” Braden said, stopping the penetration. “I want you to come on my tongue.”
I wasn’t going to argue with that.
In seconds I found myself inside the shower, my back against the wall, Braden on his knees. He hooked my leg over his shoulder and I dug my fingers into his hair as he lowered his mouth as the shower water sluiced down his back. Consumed with pleasure, with chasing orgasm, nothing else mattered but his tongue circling my clit, his fingers pumping inside of me. My body stiffened as the cl**ax came rushing for me. I cried out my husband’s name as I shuddered my release against his lapping, talented tongue.
Drowsy, languid, my hands slipped to rest on Braden’s shoulders, moving down his chest as he stood up, kissing me in a wet erotic kiss. With one hand he gripped the back of my right thigh, with the other my ass and I somehow managed to hop up, wrapping my legs around him so he could ease his hot, throbbing dick inside of me. My inner muscles quivered at the pressure of him pushing deep and Braden groaned against my lips.
Our eyes held as he moved slowly in and out of me, our breathing growing steadily more shallow. “I missed you,” he growled, his grip on me hard as his thrusts came a little faster.
“I missed you too.” I kissed him. I kissed him with everything I had and Braden bent his knees, his c*ck thrusting so deep into me as he surged up that my cry broke our lips apart.
My fingernails dug into his skin as he continued to f**k me with a slow intensity that was sure to kill me. All my muscles were stiff as he worked me toward another cl**ax.
Braden’s warm breath puffed against my mouth. “Come for me, babe,” he gasped, his h*ps flexing faster as it approached. “I need you to come, Jocelyn.”
As if on cue the pressure in my lower body blew out and I shattered on a muffled scream, my sex rippling around Braden. “Fuck,” he grunted, pressing his face into my neck as he f**ked me harder, faster, until his own shout of cl**ax was muffled against my skin. His h*ps jerked against mine, shuddering hard as his c*ck flooded my womb with his warm release.
I stayed there, locked around him for a while as we tried to gain control of our breathing.
Finally, Braden lifted his head and before I could say it he smirked and murmured, “Best. Shower. Ever.”
***
Braden stared out at the view and then turned back to me with a pucker of confusion between his brow and a hint of annoyance in his eyes. “And we’re here why?”
Standing beyond Mons Meg at Edinburgh Castle, I wrapped my arms around my husband’s waist and pressed in close, tilting my head back to meet his eyes. “Somewhere you got the impression that I only come here when I’m in despair. I think that’s why you shut me out. You were angry that I came here when I found out about our baby.”
He nodded, his grip on my h*ps tightening. “We don’t need to rehash this, Jocelyn.”
It was a week after our reconciliation and things since then had been tentative, a little fragile, but good. We were finding our feet again but this time as a pregnant couple. Braden was so excited to be a dad that he was really helping me work through my fears. I also talked to him about seeing Dr. Pritchard again and we’d agreed to see her together, so he’d understand what I was going through even better. Seeing a therapist was not on the list of things Braden ever wanted to do, but he was doing it for our family.
“I’m not rehashing,” I promised him. “I need you to know that I don’t come here when I’m in despair.”
He frowned. “You don’t?”
“No.” I smiled, shaking my head. “I come here whenever I need quiet. Some peace and quiet to process stuff. When I found out I was pregnant everything just filled my head. My mom and dad. Beth. You. Ellie. Elodie. Clark. Everyone I love. And the baby, our baby. I didn’t know if I was scared or happy or sad or excited. It’s an uncomfortable feeling to have all that crap colliding without focus. I came here to focus it so I could work out what I was feeling. But you showed up before I could.”
“And jumped to conclusions.”
“Yup. Then I wanted to talk it out with you. I really did. I wanted your help.”
“And I was a complete bastard.”